Daily Archives: October 7, 2022

Today I have been feeling androgynous, I still want my long hair but not up.

I want to dress in brown leather and cotton clothing.

I am feeling more masculine today and ready to take on bigger challenges because of it. I am also a little more inclined towards my fitness goals today.

I don’t have brown leather anymore and my mother deliberately didn’t allow me to have my sherlock style cloak when I moved here because at the time it was about one size too small for me (it would be big now), she threw it away amongst a lot of other stuff I had.

Had I of still ad my Sherlock cloak, it would be that sort of day for me.

I want to go on a lovely walk in all the autumn colours, especially with a dog and a frisbee. Drink spicy drinks and eat spicy food.

I am likely to have a weird spicy frankfurter stir fry tonight for dinner. Please don’t judge me. lol.

Wish I could find root beer in Rugby town, could do with that or an apple spiced tea.

I would also like to make some stem ginger biscuits, but we can’t afford to do that right now.

I am extra snuggly today, I want to cosy up in front of a fireplace, snuggling a dog or my favourite people all of us wrapped in a lovely fleece or cashmere blanket.

To say I am extra snuggly means I am excessively so, as I am always looking for an excuse to snuggle down with someone or thing, be it animal or person or my hot water bottle Pinkie. Again, please don’t judge me and yes I did just name my water bottle Pinkie. I have others too…

Thanks for reading.

This fragile butterfly is terrified

You’ve noticed her fly by with poetry in her wings

She hopes when you catch her, it won’t sting

This butterfly swoops around in loops

She doesn’t know where she goes or what she does

But she wants to sing

But her song is a song of fear and denial

She’s hopes you’re a gentle King

Kind and compassionate, ready for a challenge

For this little butterfly have plenty of those

The dragon and the fish spoke in cryptic messages to the sailor

They are my friends

I am tense at who you are, but they do not tell

They just whisper “You’ll be captured by a King” like it’s a spell

But I am an ugly butterfly

A moth really

But that you do not see

For my poems and stories have haunted you

Like a spell maybe?

I am a fat moth like butterfly, as a caterpillar I ate well

I regret the splurge of food

It has caused me Hell

But butterflies don’t grow on air; they fly through it on their wings

But only when they’ve grown so much

If you touch me, do not sting!

Be gentle to this butterfly and she will duly be

Everything you need from her, just you wait and see

But gently catch this butterfly, lest she falls apart

And crumble in your hands and break your sorrowed heart

I don’t know who you are just yet

But lovely you must be

To want someone as bad this

As bad as you want me

The sailor will release me from this jar of his

But we ask you just this request

Please put me at ease

Come to me gently and let us talk

Just for a little while

I’m not confident with who I am

I struggle to smile

But this moth like butterfly has dreamt

That someone is about to come

And I have been blessed with messages of what I will become